CHAPTER 91: YOU WEREN’T KIDDING ABOUT THE SIZE

"Dominic..." I whispered.

"Mm?"

"Are you going to fuck me?"

"Whoa, whoa..." Dominic whispered. "Do you... do you want me to?"

I swallowed hard, locking my eyes with his. "I don’t know," I said honestly. "I think I do. I just..." I trailed off. "I’ve never done this before. I don’t even know if I’d be good at it. I don’t even know what I am. What if I mess it up? Am I even a bottom? How does it work?"

Dominic leaned in, kissed the side of my neck, slow and careful, like he was trying to calm a storm. "I’m not going to rush you," he whispered. "We’ll take it slow. One step at a time."

I nodded, my heart kept racing so fast, even my lungs wasn’t keeping up. But when he leaned in and kept kissing my neck, while stroking my dick. I couldn’t help the sound that escaped me. I moan softly. My hands trembled as I reached for him.

"Oh my God," I breathed. "That feels so good. If you keep doing that, i’ll lose control."

His hand slid down my chest. My breath hitched when his fingers grazed lower, as he wrapped his hands around my dick.

"Fucking Hell, Prettyboy." He growled.

It was new. Everything. But it didn’t feel wrong.

I moved closer, my heart was thudding loud enough I was sure he could hear it. He let out a low groan. The way my body responded, how it made me feel was overwhelming in the best way.

When I sank to my knees in front of him, it wasn’t planned. It just... happened. I looked up, meeting his eyes, even tho I wasn’t sure what to do.

"You look so good like that." He smiled.

Everything felt like it slowed. My hands rested on his hips.

I didn’t even think. I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him feel good the way he made me feel. I leaned forward, slowly taking the head of his dick into my mouth.

I took him deeper, inch by inch, until my throat couldn’t take it anymore and I gagged. I pulled back quickly, coughing a little. My eyes watered. He stroked my cheek gently.

It was hot and heavy in my mouth.

"Take your time baby," he whispered. "You’re doing so good."

I laughed, looking embarrassed. "My mouth’s not that big, you know."

He chuckled. "And it’s perfect."

"You don’t have to prove anything," he said, brushing hair from my face. "I want you to feel everything at your pace. You’re already driving me crazy."

I tried again, slower this time. Letting my tongue swirl around the head of his dick. He hissed through his teeth, his grip tightening in my hair. My name spilled from his lips, broken and breathless.

Every reaction he gave me...every shiver, moan felt like a small triumph. His hands cradled the back of my head enough to guide me.

"F-fuck," Dominic moaned, it was breathless.

I kept moving slowly, testing my limits. I took more of him in. When it became too much, I gagged again and instinctively pulled back, wiping the side of my mouth. My jaw was starting to ache. He was just... huge. "You weren’t kidding about the size."

"Take it easy, prettyboy," he said, softly. "You don’t have to take it all in."

He let out a deep groan, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair.

"Ughhh...." His body jerked.

"Shhh," I whispered, pulling back just enough to speak. "Alia might hear us."

"She’s asleep," he groaned. "And you’re so good. Don’t stop... please. I’m gonna cum."

I went back in, bobbing my head, letting my tongue move in circles. I could feel his thighs tense around me. Every few seconds, he’d gasp and groan, swearing under his breath. But he didn’t cum. Not yet. My jaw started to ache. My lips felt swollen. I was trying to keep the rhythm, but...

Then I felt it. Something warm and salty flooded my mouth.

"Eww..." I gagged slightly, pulling back and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "You came in my mouth..."

"Sorry," he panted, his chest kept rising and falling. "I couldn’t help it."

He smirked, looking dazed. "You don’t know how hard it is to hold back with you looking like that."

"It’s salty," I said, scrunching my nose, but a small smile tugged at my lips. I didn’t regret it. Not even a little.

But he was still hard.

Before I could react, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. I could feel his dick still rock hard....pressing right under my ass.

"Wait! Dominic."

He held me steady, looking me dead in the eyes. "I’m not going to do anything you’re not ready for."

"I know," I whispered. My heart was beating so loud.

He started kissing me.

Knockknock.

We both froze.

Dominic’s hands were still holding me up, my legs loosely around his waist. I could feel him still hard against me. My lips were parted from the kiss.

"Shit," he muttered. "Are you expecting anyone?"

I blinked. "No. You?"

He shook his head.

Another knock, louder this time.

"Fuck." I slid down.

My heart was still pounding from everything we’d just done. "I’ll go check."

I grabbed the first thing I saw a pair of shorts I’d left hanging in the bathroom, and pulled them on. No shirt. My legs were shaky as I walked out of the room, with the faint taste of him still in my mouth.

When I opened the door, I tried to put on my calmest face.

"Hello, pizza delivery here." The delivery guy blinked at me, holding out a box.

Right. The pizza Dominic ordered earlier.

He gave me a strange look. Probably because I was all sweaty and shirtless.

"Oh yeah. Sorry." I took it quickly. "Thanks."

I muttered, grabbing the box, barely meeting the guy’s eyes. I closed the door quickly, locked it, and leaned against it for a second, exhaling, then turned and shouted.

"It’s just the pizza."

I walked back to the bathroom, watching Dominic shower.

"It’s so cold," he said, running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I haven’t paid for the hot water bills."

Dominic smiled, stepping closer, water still running down his body.

"Then I guess we’ll just have to keep each other warm."

He leaned forward, kissed my cheek softly, under the freezing water.

We stood there for a second. That weird moment after you cross a line with someone and don’t know what to say next.

He reached for my hand, as I walked toward him, lacing our fingers together. "How did you feel? Did you enjoy it?"

I looked at him. The way his lashes curled under the water, the small scar on his shoulder, the nervous bite at the corner of his lip like he was scared I’d say no.

I squeezed his hand. "Yeah. More than okay."

He exhaled, like he’d been holding that in. "You didn’t have to... I mean, just because I’ve done this before doesn’t mean you have to do anything you’re not ready for."

His dick was still hard.

I stared, unsure what I was supposed to do next. Everything in me felt shaky, even my mouth still tasted like him.

I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck. "Is it... always like this afterward?"

He glanced down, dangling it under the water.

"Only because I can’t stop looking at you."